Monday, November 23, 2009

Name that Restaurant


Our last night in San Francisco/Burlingame, A and I ate at a local burger joint. It was probably 1.5-2 miles from the hotel, but there wasn't anything closer that offered a good value. We managed to use a combination of free shuttles and daring dashes through freeway offramp intersections to get there and back.

Anyone recognize the brand?

Saturday, November 21, 2009

Perspective


Here is one of the upright cables on the Golden Gate Bridge, with my hand in front for perspective. When I got to the Marin County side of the bridge, I rested at the visitors area for a while, and heard a tour guide telling his group that the bridge is so named because of the golden effect of morning sunlight glinting off the bridge.

Hmm. And what about the fact that the strait itself was called the Golden Gate long before the bridge was built?

Friday, November 20, 2009

Looking Up


My first morning in San Francisco, I walked across and back on the Golden Gate Bridge, almost a 3 mile walk. Despite warnings about cold, wind, and bridge vibrations, I thought the walk was quite pleasant. Here's my view of one of the international orange (not red) towers.

Thursday, November 19, 2009

D is for


I think this is a dahlia. Whatever it is, it was growing in a rooftop garden I visited during a walking tour of privately owned publicly open spaces in San Francisco. More about POPOs later.

Wednesday, November 18, 2009

Yummy Things that Start with C

Meyer Lemony Lemon: Vanilla cupcake with a tart lemon filling and lemon buttercream


I went to Fisherman's Wharf looking for a crepe cart. No crepes in sight, but I did find this tasty gem at Ghirardelli Square.

Tuesday, November 17, 2009

How About that Flash?

K and A in San Francisco

(in Burlingame, actually, but we won't quibble)

Tuesday, November 03, 2009

Busy Week

Last week was filled with home repair. Dad accomplished a lot, including:
  • replacing the mailbox (while using the existing post in a masterful incidence of jury-rigging the likes of which has rarely been seen)
  • clearing the front flower beds of their nasty, smelly red mulch
  • cutting out some tree roots left from the tree removal
  • remounting and connecting the TV antenna
  • reworking one gutter downspout
  • organizing the front half of the shed (some careless person had just been throwing everything inside as she finished with it)
  • installing a timer on the front porch light switch
  • repairing the back door latch
  • replacing the grille fabric on one organ speaker
  • hanging a completely uncooperative shelf
  • priming and painting two large rooms
  • removing a stubborn, painted-on towel bar
  • replacing a showerhead
Too bad for Dad that he accomplished all of this at K's house instead of his own. K, however, is quite grateful, and feeling a little small at the same time.